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Chapter 2407: Forcing good people into slavery

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    "Feng Youwei, painting!"

    Feng Youwei carefully finished the painting of flowers and birds, and then came to the Hou Mansion without telling Feng Lin that he was coming to deliver the painting.

    "Here it is!"

    Feng Youwei took out the painting and handed it to Chen Zhong's staff and said, "This painting is the best in the past few years. Please correct me."

    The staff took the scroll casually, like a piece of paper wiping their buttocks.

    This attitude made Feng Youwei's heart drop to the bottom.

    Sure enough, after just one glance, the staff member threw the scroll over and said angrily: "Are these flowers and birds? See for yourself, the birds are dying, and the flowers and the ugliest ones in the Hou Mansion are  The maid smiled like this: Feng Youwei, you are trying to deceive the Marquis!"

    The painting fell to the ground, and Feng Youwei stretched out his hand to fish it out in vain.

    He looked at the deformed scroll that bounced on the ground a few times and slowly squatted down.

    He opened the scroll, and a spring picture came into view.

    A lake seems to be on the water with the breath of spring. A wild duck and more than ten ducklings are looking for food on it. The ducklings are so cute that people can't help but want to raise a few.

    There is a terrace by the lake, and there are people on the terrace drinking and having fun, looking cool and unrestrained.

    On a big tree in front of the balcony, two birds were entangled with each other, and the spores on the branches were half exposed, full of vitality.

    The sky is clear and everything is inseparable from the word spring.

    It is indeed a good painting, even if it has more craftsmanship, but there is no problem with the technique, and the emotion is also devoted. Even if the emperor comes today, Feng Youwei thinks that he can't accuse himself more.

    It is not news that the emperor is good at painting, so it has attracted many people who want to find their own shortcut to the south to change their ways and learn painting. This has also indirectly made the lives of painters like Feng Youwei much easier.

    So Feng Youwei is grateful for this era, but he does not allow others to belittle his works.

    "This painting is not bad!"

    Feng Youwei raised his head and said, "If your mansion is not satisfied, I will give up."

    The staff sneered and said: "You dare to let go after perfunctory Mr. Hou, you are so brave. Feng Youwei, according to our rules, today is the last day to hand over the painting. Where is your painting?"

    Feng Youwei squatted there, held up the painting, and said stubbornly: "Here it is."

    The staff thought he would beg for mercy, so he became angry and kicked Feng Youwei over, scolding: "Feng Youwei, if you want to die, don't bring your whole family with you!"

    Feng Youwei fell to the ground but guarded the painting tightly. He rolled over, then sat up with difficulty, rolled up the scroll, and said: "Even in front of His Majesty, I dare to say that this is a good painting.  !¡±

    The staff member's eyes flashed with a stern look, and he said: "Want to use your Majesty to escape responsibility? Feng Youwei, you must do your best when you take over the business. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you can't draw today, no one can save you!"

    Feng Youwei knew that he was afraid of being stared at, so he smiled miserably and said: "What do you want me to do, Lord Marquis? Please speak frankly, so that I can weigh it up."

    The staff member retracted his foot that he wanted to kick out, and stroked his beard and said: "Your daughter is ignorant and led the wild boys outside to injure people in the Hou Mansion. Feng Youwei, in the past, could have been punished for any crime."  Your daughter is in jail."

    Feng Youwei had a look of surprise on his face, and his staff said with satisfaction: "Master Hou is kind. I have never encountered anyone in my travels throughout Zhou Dong, so I willingly surrendered to the Hou Mansion."

    Zhou Dong¡¯s skin is dark and round, like a wall of flesh.

    He suddenly showed a compassionate look on his face and said: "You must learn to understand the difficulties of the Marquis, and learn to be smarter, so that you can die well."

    Feng Youwei suddenly laughed, his laughter was shrill.

    Zhou Dong's face turned cold, "Why are you laughing?"

    Feng Youwei's laughter was a little crazy: "Does the Marquis want to become a slave in the next house? Hahahaha!"

    Zhou Dong's eyes moved slightly and he said coldly: "Why, you don't want to?"

    Feng Youwei gasped and said, "Are you afraid that I will leak out that those paintings are not by Lord Marquis? I swear to keep it secret. If there is any leakage, I am willing to be tortured and die."

    "Lingchi?"

    Zhou Dong said ferociously: "There are so many strange things, Feng Youwei, it's because your paintings are so good. The Marquis took more than ten paintings out, and the dignitaries all agreed that if it is leaked in the future, the Marquis's face will be revealed."  Where is it?"

    Feng Youwei raised his hand and said: "I swear not to leak anything. From now on, I will send paintings to you and I will not cheat on others."

    "late!"

      Zhou Dong looked up to the sky and smiled, very arrogantly.

    Chen Zhong casually asked him to do this. The purpose was very simple, that is, to bring Feng Youwei and his family to the Hou Mansion.

    "The Marquis has said that I will give it to you according to the rules of worship. Do you still dare to push it?"

    This treatment is considered good, but Feng Youwei just refused: "My ancestors are all good people, and I would never dare to humiliate our ancestors."

    Good people are turned into slaves, and may even be given a surname by their master. That would make it difficult for them to even erect ancestral tablets.

    Ancestors are probably the most sincere belief of the Chinese people. From common people to emperors, the deceased ancestors seem to be living around us, lifelike.

    Therefore, Feng Youwei was naturally unwilling. He begged: "Mr. Zhou, the dog is expected to take the imperial examination!"

    Zhou Dong sneered and said: "It's just now, understand? If you don't know what to do, your children will probably"

    "slow!"

    Once he heard that the other party was going to touch his children, Feng Youwei couldn't hold it anymore.

    "I am willing to come and live in the Marquis Mansion until I die."

    This is the minimum requirement. I am willing to continue painting for the Marquis, and I am willing to be imprisoned in the Marquis' mansion.

    "What a loving father!"

    Zhou Dong smiled and said: "But don't think about it, will the Marquis keep the clues outside?"

    Feng Youwei was startled, and just when he was about to curse and swear, Zhou Dong took out a contract from his arms and said, "You recently lost your family property in a gambling house, and ended up with a huge debt, so you had to ask for  Lord Marquis, come here."

    ¡°I don¡¯t have one!¡±

    Feng Youwei hissed: "I never gamble!"

    Zhou Dong glanced at him in astonishment, then walked over and said: "After all, there is some friendship, so the Marquis is merciful. As long as you sign this contract, the Marquis will pay off the gambling house's debt for you."

    He was followed by two servants, who spoke with a majestic appearance. If he were not dark and fat, he would probably win the favor of those older girls and younger wives.

    Feng Youwei just shook his head, he knew it was a trap, "I don't gamble, Mr. Zhou, no one in the gambling house knows me, you are setting me up!"

    "The gambling house will know you."

    Zhou Dong walked up to him, handed the contract over, and said, "Sign it."

    Feng Youwei stretched out his hand tremblingly, but when he first touched the contract, he retracted it as if he was electrocuted.

    As a former scholar, he knew that his family was in dire straits without looking at this contract.

    If you don¡¯t sign, then the Hou Mansion will naturally find people from the gambling house to come to collect debts.

    But Feng Youwei is not afraid. What he is afraid of is that people from the Hou Mansion will attack his son and daughter.

    But if you sign this contract, the price will be that the whole family will become slaves of the Hou Mansion.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????? For some people, being able to become a servant of the Marquis is a good thing, and it is a good thing worthy of celebration by the whole family.

    But for Feng Youwei, his eldest son Feng Xiang is studying and has great hope, how willing he is!

    "Mr. Zhou!"

    Feng Youwei hissed: "I am a scholar, how can a scholar be a slave? Isn't the Marquis afraid of His Majesty's thunderous wrath?"

    Zhou Dong said disdainfully: "Let's wait until you become a scholar! Scholar? Scholars are useless! You have lost all your property and family through gambling, how can such a scholar still do it? I will naturally go there later.  Inform the academic officer of your misdeeds."

    This is to remove his reputation as a scholar.

    "You! You are so cruel!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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